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| Topic Started: Aug 5 2010, 10:40 PM (126 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Aug 5 2010, 10:40 PM Post #1 |
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Pussy. Simple word that seems to mean so many things. In this particular case, it means what will be standing across the ring in my next match. Yeah, I am capable of beating a pussy. I woke early for some reason. Well ok, the real reason was that I had a face full of tits. Not for sex, I had slid down in bed during the night and she had rolled over. I guess there are many worse ways to have been woke. However, this one time, I can’t complain. I also knew better than try anything. She was already complaining, sure sign that mother nature was making her into a bitch. Then again, it was just her way of giving me a hard time. She has been known to do that. I slipped out from under the avalanche of mammary and sat on the side of the bed. I glanced at the clock and shook my head as I remembered that soon we had to be up and ready. Ready for a meeting. One that for some reason I was nervous about. I am still young and I am sure that life will hold many twists and turns for me. Yet this one time in all the times I have been able to make my own choices, I am sure beyond a doubt, that I am doing the one thing that is right for me. I am going to take a journey, a path less traveled by me, with the chance of my being so laid bare before someone. That sounds so mushy, but how else can you describe what being with someone that you are sure that is the right one? I guess it was bound to happen. She was there, I was there, we met, we fell in love and yes, the sex is beyond awesome. I have learned so many of her little quirks. Her likes and dislikes. I have risen to heights I hadn’t thought I could inside the ring. And I am sure beyond all doubt that it is because she is with me. Can you imagine if I told anyone that a Fiscus is giving credit to someone other than themselves? They would throw me in a padded cell and lose the key. Yet here it is in words, even though they aren’t spoken. Wow, what a way to wake the day. Maybe I shouldn’t let her tits in my face again if I am going to get all deep and psychoanalytical. Ahhhh who am I kidding? I will always let her tits smother me. Daddy Says Simone and I got to the restaurant/bar at 1 in the afternoon. We weren’t supposed to be here till one thirty, but things were done sooner than we thought. I held the door open on the car and offered her my hand. She accepted and turned to exit the car. It was one of those moments when the world seems to fall away and you and your lady are the only things that matter. I smiled and she smiled and lips met and I am sure someone somewhere got ill with all the sugary goo that love brings. Arm in arm we walked into the restaurant and were seated promptly. I was in such a great mood that nothing could bring me down. Not even the upcoming match. That’s when I was interrupted from my thoughts by the waitress. She took our order and soon brought our drinks. I was once more interrupted by her hand on my wrist as I idly toyed with the glass. “Matt? What’s wrong? You seem lost in thought. I know you do that a lot, but this time you seem apprehensive.” I smiled and placed my hand over hers. Idly rubbing a finger over the shiny rock she wore on her left hand ring finger. “It’s nothing babe. I am not apprehensive. Its more nerves. The old man hasn’t met you and I want you and him to get along.” She smiled that big smile of hers that made me feel like anything would happen and it would be ok with her. “If he is anything like you say, then I am sure it will be fine. I’m anxious to meet him. It’s not every day that I get to meet a legend.” A hand was placed on my shoulder. Dad was here. Go time. “I think I am at the wrong table. My son wouldn’t have a lady so beautiful with him.” Gag me. That line works for real? Simone ate it up. She loves compliments. She stood and actually gave him a small hug and a huge smile. Dad seemed to like that and he sat so that he could talk to us both. I was still nervous. I was going to marry her no matter what, but it would be nice if the old man liked her. I introduced them and watched as they both made effort to seem like things were comfortable. I know what happened, Simone turned on the charm and he was lost like a puppy in a field of tall grass. Score one for feminine charm. I leaned back and watched bemused more than anything. She went on about how we met and he went on about what a shit I was when I was younger. And other things that I don’t want to go into. He was chatting her up as much as she was him. Nerves? Who me? Why? Apparently I was the only one who had them. And to top it all off, she showed him the ring, I got the eye from him. You know, the eye. He raised that eyebrow and looked at me like I was wrong for not telling him sooner. At least that was my interpretation of it. The waitress sashayed back to the table, was able to interrupt them, and then disappeared with the final order. I just sipped my drink and endured as Simone went on and on and told how I proposed and all that. The old man ate it up and was actually in a good mood. Maybe, things were on an upturn. “Matt? Hello? You there?” I looked back to him and nodded. “I was telling Simone that I was proud of you and Alan. Both my boys have titles and look good wearing them. I knew that you would win it. When you just missed the title and Ryan Shane got it, I knew first time you got a chance you would take it from him. You are too good not to have won the X title.” I had to chuckle at that. Parents think their kids should be greater than they ever where. But the old man doesn’t seem to understand his legacy. Alan and I could hold titles for the rest of our lives, but that won’t put us in that special class he is in. Some men can be in a ring and never hold a title and be legendary. Others can have titles and be joke punch lines. “Pop, you confuse me sometimes. I was talking to you the other day and you ripped me for not doing something’s in the ring that I should have done. You also explained why I am not ready to be the world champ and Alan is. I get that, what the experience level difference is. Then you tell Simone that I am good. You really confuse me.” He let out that chuckle he has that says he intended to do something like that. He is a master of driving us crazy. I can just imagine how he tries to mess with Alan, not to even mention Ciera. “Matt, you and Alan are throw backs much as I was back in the day. Neither one of you will ever be considered body builders or monsters like Garrett. But you two are sound on the mat. You have the edge to get the violence out for what so much of the matches now days are about. You can take the punishment, dish it out and still have enough energy in reserve to come back for that one last push that can put you on top. Most of the others, well lets say they are more about the easy way out. They look for the advantage the other one gives them. That makes them lazy in my book. You and Alan, you two go and make your own advantage. Alan does it with his mouth, he gets in their head. You rely more on cunning and skill. If you and Alan were to combine those traits, you would be one long reigning champion that no one would want to get near. But since you aren’t one person, each of you will continuously develop into that one composite wrestler. Understand what I mean?” Experience and knowledge. Two things he has and it makes me crazy. Why? Because it shows me no matter how good I think I am, that no matter how good Alan is, or Ciera for that matter, we need to be better. “I got that Dad, I really do. This week we got to be at our best. King is teaming with us three. The family has to be teamed with an outsider. But the good news is that it’s a chance to take out El Pablo before Hatewave. Make him hurt and I can beat him.” He looked at me like I was nuts. “You don’t see the advantage. Ask Alan he does. King will hold up his end cause he doesn’t know any other way. To not do so would be against his best interest. He is hoping you three will help him out too. As for Pablo, you don’t need him hurt, just for him to doubt you can beat him is enough. That’s the mental edge, then when you pull out the one move he wasn’t expecting, that’s your advantage and your win.” I nodded, he was right as usual. Maybe someday I can pass on what I learned along the way. “Not to change the subject, but Dad, I know you saw the ring. You think Simone made the right choice in picking me to be her boy toy?” He laughed and looked at her and I caught the subtle wink he gave her. “She must have, although to bad she didn’t meet me first. Actually, I hope things turn out better for you than they did me. But that’s old history now. (picking up his glass) A toast to the both of you, may you always be happy.” We toasted and that must have been some cue for my Dad to become a woman, he started talking to her about what she wanted and that left me to wonder, can El Pablo really think he could beat me? |
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